‘All The Wars You Can't Win'

It is constantly said
That there are those who lead and those who are lead
Propaganda drip-fed
From inaugural to final hospital bed

I've got an awful plan
To find beauty in a sham
The only way I can
It's called turning your back

On all the wars you can't win
In a world where you don't fit in
In a life that you can't begin to understand

It is endlessly repeated
That the successful are defined by the defeated
It is gratingly bleated
That what you are dictates how you are treated

I've got a wicked scheme
To turn a nightmare to a perfect dream
No matter how mad it seems
The casualties are the clean

In all the wars you can't win
In a world where you don't fit in
In a life that you can't begin to believe

I've got a horrific ploy
In the absence of choice
To wantonly destroy
Is the only way to avoid

All the wars you can't win
In a world where you don't fit in
In a life that you can't begin to want to join.

© M.A.Tovey 2005